Between Venetian Blinds
Tuscany beckons
Wandering minds traveling
On the sun's last rays
The pale flesh glowing
Mother stirs from her closed bed
She slides to a stop
Where is she going?
When will the awaited day
Arrive for our sakes?
Letting go is real
Cry, celebrate, or wishing
Through it all we wait
Touched by the angels
Her heavy eyelids closing
Old thoughts will return
A warm offering
Quiescent reality
Numbing all to sleep
Brother's soft hair
Sobbing through the stagnant air
Breathing in deeply
Distant music plays
Chords of joy and pain wander
Forever reaching
Sister's loss held in
Bursting with the hope for death
Squeezing in the love
Past, present, future
Father's sad joy leaking out
Through Venetian blinds
There are no angels
Hovering where we can see
Belief quivering
God sends us no signs
Mortality challenges
At sunset right here
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